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“I read that this brand and type of prosthetic is really popular. It fits over your dick like a sleeve, so it’s more like an extender, and it allows the wearer to experience pleasure at the same time?—”
“I know what it is,” I say. I’ve seen prosthetics similar to this, but nowhere near this realistic. “These are really expensive.”
The whole lot that we’d bought from the sex store was pretty expensive, but we’d decided that we would choose everything new together and he insisted on buying everything I showed a remote interest in.
“They have really good reviews, and I talked to?—”
I cut him off by tackling him with a long, deep kiss. I’m almost tempted to ask him to fuck me first, because I’m suddenly desperate to feel him, but he pulls back.
“I’m ready,” he says against my mouth. “I want you to fuck me with your big dick and come in my ass.”
My heart stops.
CHAPTER 18
WYATT
I hope I sound more confident than I feel. Not that I don’t want this—holy fuck do I want this—but I am nervous. Nervous to do something I’ve never done before, sure. I trust that Niles won’t hurt me, and that I’ll enjoy whatever is about to happen next. If for some reason I’m wrong about that, I know he wouldn’t pressure me, just as I’d never pressure him.
More than anything, I’m nervous about this step we’re taking. Not that there was truly any chance of it before, but there’s really no coming back from this. It’s miles over the line I tried to draw between us, the line I technically should have never considered crossing. The line I’m no longer even a bit sorry for steamrolling over and drowning in a hot tub.
This thing between us is visceral. It’s sexy and overwhelming and intoxicating. But it’s also deeply emotional. I feel tied to Niles in a way I didn’t know was possible.
I thought I was broken.
He’s helped me realize that who I am, how I feel, and how I express those feelings is part of who I am. Sexuality is a spectrum, one that can move and grow the same way people doin all things. I’m likely on the demi side of asexuality, but that label isn’t necessary. It’s not the label I ever needed, not really. It’s the acceptance. From myself more than anyone.
“Are you okay?” Niles asks, looking over his shoulder. The muscles of his lean back and torso flex as he turns to face me from his position sitting on the edge of the bed.
“What? Yeah, of course.”
“I can hear you thinking really hard over there,” Niles says.
My chest grows warm at his earnest expression. I was trying to give him space to figure out the prosthesis, not wanting him to feel pressured or hurried. Meanwhile, he’s over there worrying about me?
“How is it?” I ask, gesturing with my chin.
“Really fucking amazing,” Niles says, his voice a little choked. “It’s so… real.” There’s a sparkle in his watery gaze, a mix of emotions reflecting in the dark blue-grey of his eyes. “Wanna see?”
“Yes!” I say, almost too enthusiastically, but his face breaks out in a huge grin.
Niles stands and turns to face me. My eyes fall from his to his puffy, red lips that are swollen from so much kissing. I trace my gaze down his sculpted chest and stomach to his cock dangling between his legs. He runs his hand over it and fists it at the base.
I glance back up at his face, and the way he’s gazing down at himself makes it hard to breathe. Part of me was worried I was overstepping in buying this, so much so that I was nervous to give it to him. Seeing him now, it feels like I’m getting to be part of something really special.
Niles’ eyes flutter shut, and I look down again. His hand drags along the shaft and back down, abs clenching.
I crawl closer. “Tell me how it feels.”
“So good,” he rasps.
“Can I… can I touch you?”
“You don’t have to ask, Wyatt. I want you to touch me. Always.”
I move to sit at the edge of the bed, and he comes to stand between my knees. Eyes locked on his, I reach between his legs and take his cock in my hand. It’s warm and firm and soft as I glide my hand up and down the shaft.
Reaching to the bedside table, I pump a little lube into my hand and grip him again, pumping a little harder, testing my grip and rhythm to figure out how he likes it best. His lips part, mouth dropping open a little, and he moans softly.
